this hatefull plot Least we be circumuented Rod. True 't is to put on open armes Mat. T is now too late we are beset With souldiers we must fight and since it must be Let 's to 't valiantly Enter Dutchesse Lord with souldiers Lord Princes prepare not to resist your foes Wee are as firme as life vnto your blood The Dutchesse Martha greetes old Saxony Prince Mathias Rodorick and fayre Lucibell To me she hath discouer'd the damnd plots Of that perfidious Hoffman and hath sent These armed souldiers to attend on you Sax. We thanke her Highnes but we thinke in vaine Both you and we attend Lorrique lyes slaine By Hoffmans slye suspition best be ioyn'd To apprehend him publiquely Lord There is no need our Dutchesse hath apparrel'd Her speech in a greene liuery She salutes him faire but her heart Like his actions is attir'd In red and blew and sable ornaments Sax. But tell vs where they are Lord At hand she comes with him alone her plot is She comes in happy time for all your good Mat Cease words vse deedes Reuenge drawes nigh Sax. Come set his body like a scarcrow This bush shroud you this you Stand close true souldiers for reuenge Luc. I doe doe doe I pray you heartely doe stand close Enter Hoffman and Dutchesse Hoff. I wonder much why you aske me for Lorrique What is Lorrique to you or what to me I tell you he is damn'd enquire no more His name is hatefuller then death Mar. Heauen what alterations these Can I beleeue you loue mee as you swore When you are so inconstant to your friend Hoff. He is noe friend of mine whom you affect Pardon me Madam such a fury raignes Ouer my boyling blood that I enuy Any one on whom you cast an amorous eye Mar. What growne so louing marry heauen defend Wee shall deceiue you if you dote on vs For I haue sworne to lead a widdowes life And neuer more to be tearm'd married wife Hoff. I but you must Mar. Must vse not force I pray Hoff. Yeild to my loue and then with meekest words And the most humble actions I le intreat Your sacred beauty deny me I le turne fire More wild then wrath come then agree If not to marry yet in vnseene sports To quench these Lawlesse heates that burne in me Mar. What my adopted son become my louer And make a want on minion of his mother Now fie vpon you fie y' are too obsceane If like your words your thoughts appeare vncleane Hoff. By heauen I doe not ieast goe to belieue me 'T is well you laugh smile on I like this Say will you yeild Mar. At the first fie noe That were an abiect course but let vs walke Into some couert there are pretty caues Lucky to louers suites for Virgil sings That Dido being driuen by a sharpe storme Into a Lybian caue was there intic'd By siluer-tongu'd Aeneas to affect And should you serue me soe I were vndone Disgrac'd in Germany by euery Boore Who in their rymes woud iest at Marthas name Calling her mynion to her cozen son Hoff. Fayrer then Dido or loues amorous Queene I know a caue where in the bright dayes eyes Look't neuer but a skance through a small creeke Or little cranny of the fretted scarre There I haue sometimes liu'd there are fit seates To sit and chat and coll and kisse and steale Loues hidden pleasures come are you disposd To venter entrance if you be assay 'T is death to quicke desire vse no delay Mar. Vertue and modesty bids me say noe Yet trust me Hoffman tha' rt so sweet a man And so belou'd of me that I must goe Hoff. I am crown'd the King of pleasure Mar. Hatefull slaue thou goest to meete destruction in the caue Hoff. S'death who stands here What 's that Lorriques pale ghost I am amaz'd nay slaue stand of Thy weapons sure the prize is ours Mar. Come forth deere friends murder is in our powers Sax. Yeild thee base son of shame Hoff. How now what 's here am I betrayd By dotage by the falshood of a face Oh wretched foole falne by a womans hand From high reuenges spheare the blisse of soules Sax. Cut out the murtherers tongue Hoff. What doe you meane Whom haue I murder'd wherefore bind yee me Mar. They are Iustices to punish thy bare bones Looke with thy blood-shed eyes on these bare bones And tell me that which dead Lorrique confest Who i st thou villained that least who wa st Hoff. Why Otho thy sons and that 's my fathers by him Mar. O mercilesse and cruell murtherer To leaue me childlesse Luc. And mee husbandlesse Mat. Me brotherlesse oh smooth tongu'd hypocrite How thou didst draw me to my brothers death Sax. Talke noe more to him he seekes dignity Reason he should receaue his desperate hire And weare his crowne made flaming hot with fire Bring forth the burning crowne there Enter a Lord with the Crowne Hoff Doe old dog thou helpst to worry my dead Father And must thou kill me too 't is well 't is fit I that had sworne vnto my fathers soule To be reueng'd on Austria Saxony Prussia Luningberg and all there heires Had prosper'd in the downefall of some fiue Had onely three to offer to the fiends And then must fall in loue oh wretched eyes That haue betray'd my heart bee you accurst And as the melting drops run from my brows Soe fall they on the strings that guide your heart Whereby their oylye heat may cracke them first I soe boyle on thou foolish idle braine For giuing entertainement to loues thoughts A man resolu'd in blood bound by a vow For noe lesse vengeance then his fathers death Yet become amorous of his foes wife Oh sin against all conceit worthy this shame And all the tortures that the world can name Mar. Call vpon heauen base wretch thinke on thy soule Hoff. In charity and prayer To no purpose without charity Sax. We pardon thee and pray for thy soules health Hoff. Soe doe not I for yours nor pardon you You kild my father my most warlike father Thus as you deale by me you did by him But I deserue it that haue slackt reuenge Through fickle beauty and a womans fraud But Hell the hope of all dispayring men That wring the poore and eate the people vp As greedy beasts the haruest of their spring That Hell where cowards haue their seats prepar'd And barbarous asses such as haue rob'd souldiers of Reward and punish true desert with scorned death FINIS
bodies to the ruthles sound That hath diuided vs and our late friends Rather then see choyce Hoffman Lor, Corrage braue Otho hee 'l vse thee kindly Enter Hoffman Heere he comes sweete host heere is the dukes heire of Leningberge doe homage and after entertaine him and me his Follower with the most conspictious pleasures That lies in thy poore hability Hoff. Before I speake to my most sacred Lord I ioyne my soft lipps to the sollid earth And with an honord bennison I blesse The hower the place the time of your arriue For now my sauadge life lead amongst beasts Shal be turn'd ciuell by your gratious helpe Otho I see thy true hearts loue drope downe in teares And this imbrace shewes I am free from feares My disturb'd blood runnes smoothly through my veines And I am bold to call thee friend bold to intreate Food for by wrack I haue lost ship friends and meat Hoff. You that attend my Lord enter the caue Bring forth the homely Cakes theis hands prepar'd While I intreat his excellence sit downe Villaine bring nothing but a burning Crowne Exit Otho What 's that thou bidst him bring a burning Crowne Hoff. Still you suspect my harmelesse inocence What though your father with the power state And your iust vncle duke of Brusia After my father had in thirty fights Fill'd all their treasures with fomens spoyles And payd poore souldiors from his treasury What though for this his merrits he was nam'd A prescript out law for a little debt Compeld to flie into the Belgique sound And liue a pirate Otho Prithee speake no more Thou raysest new doubts in my troubled heart By repetition of thy fathers wrongs Hoff. Then hee was wrong'd you graunt but not by you You vertuous gentleman Sate like a iust iudge of the vnder-shades And with an vnchang'd Rhadamantine looke Beheld the flesh mangled with many scars Par'd from the bones of my offended father And when hee was a bare anatomy You saw him chain'd vnto the common gallowes Otho Hoffman Hoff. Nay heare me patiently kind Lord My innocent youth as guilty of his sinne Was in a dungeon hidden from the sunne And there I was condemn'd to endlesse night Except I past my vow neuer to steale My fathers fleshles bones from that base tree I know nor who it was I guesse your mother She kneeld and wept for me but you did not Beseeching from that vow I might be freed Then did I sweare if Nations forraigne power Compel'd me to take downe those naked bones I neuer would release them from those chaines Neuer intombe them but immediately Remoue them from that gallowes to a tree I kept mine oath looke Luningberg t is done Behold a father hang'd vp by his sonne Otho Oh horrible aspect murtherer stand off I know thou meanst mee wronge Hoff. My Lord behold these pretious twines of light Burnt out by day eclipst when as the sunne For shame obscur'd himselfe this deed was done Where none but schrich owles sung thou receptacle thou organ of the soule Rest goe rest and you most louely Couplets Leggs and armes reside for euer heere This is my last farewell what doe you weepe Otho Oh Lorrique I am betrayd slaue touch me not Hoff. Not touch thee yes and thus trip downe thy pride You pla'ct my father in a Chaire of state This earth shall bee your throne villaine come forth Enter Lorrique And as thou mean'st to saue thy forfeit life Fixe on thy Masters head my burning Crowne While in these Cords I in eternall bands Binde fast his base and coward trembling hands Otho Lorrique art thou turn'd villaine to my life Lor. I le turne any thing sir rather then nothing I was taken life promist to betray you and I loue life so well that I would not loose it for a Kingdome for a Kings Crowne an Empire Hoff. On with the Crowne Otho Oh tortor aboue measure Hoff. My father felt this paine when thou hadst pleasure Otho Thy father dyed for piracy Ho. Oh peace had he bin iudge himselfe he would haue shew'd He had bin clearer then the Christall morne But wretches sentenc'd neuer finde defence How euer guiltlesse bee their innocence No more did hee no more shalt thou no ruth Pittied his winter age none helps thy youth Otho Oh Lorrique tortor I feele an Aetna burne Within my braines and all my body else Is like a hill of Ice all these Belgique seas That now surround vs cannot quench this flame Death like a tyrant seazeth me vnawares My sinewes shrinke like leaues parcht with the sunne My blood dissolues nerues and tendons fayle Each part 's disioynted and my breath expires Mount soule to heauen my body burnes in fire Lor. Hee 's gon Hoff. Goe let him come Lorrique This but the prologue to th e'nsuing play The first step to reuenge this seane is donne Father I offer thee thy murtherers sonne Exeunt Florish Enter Ferdinand Rodorick Lodowick Mathias Lucibell Ierom Stilt attendants Ferd. Princes of Saxony and Austria Though your owne words of sufficient weight To iustifie the honorable loue borne by Lodowick to bright Lucybell Yet since your parents liue and as I heare There is betweene them some dissention Blame vs not for detaining you thus long Till we had notice how the businesse stood Lodo. Your royall entertaine great Ferdinand Exceeding expectation in our stay Bind vs to thanks and if my brother please To hold his challenge for a Turnament In praise of Lucibellas excellence No doubt our father and the Austrian duke Will be in person at so royall sport Ferd. We trust they will Rodo. I doe assure your grace The Austrian and the duke of Saxony By true report of pilgrimes at my cell From eyther of there courts set hetherward Some sixe dayes since Ferd. Thankes Rodorick for this newes They are more welcome then the sad discourse Of Leningberg our nephewes timeles wrake Which addeth sorrow to the mourning griefes Abound in vs for our Dutches death Ie. I truly Princes my father has had but hard lucke since your comming to his court for ought I know you are bred of ill weather come before you are sent for yet if my most gratious father say you are welcome I his more gratious sonne take you by the hands though I can tell you my mothers death comes somewhat neere my heart but I am a prince and princes haue power more then common people to subdue their passions Mat. We know your worthinesse is experienc't in all true wisedome Ier. True I am no foole I haue bin at Wittenberg where wit growes Ferd. Peace thou vnshapen honor my states shame My ages corsiue and my blacke sinnes curse Oh hadst thou neuer bin I had bin then A happy childlesse man now among men I am the most vnhappie one that knowes No end of mine and of my peoples woes I tell you Princesse and most gracious maide I doe not weare these sable ornaments For Isabellas death though she were deare Nor
are my eyelids ouerflowne with teares For Otho of Luningberg wrackt in the Soun Though he were all my hope but heer 's my care A witlesse foole must needs be Prussias heire Ier. Well and you were not my father s'nailes and I would not draw rather then put vp the foole would I might neuer winne this lady at tilt and turnament as Knights I defie you both for her euen you Lodowick that loues her and your brother that loues you looke to me Stilt and I haue practis'd these two dayes s'nailes god forgiue me to sweare she shall not be carried away so Mat. We are glad to heare your grace so resolute Ier. As I am a Prince and a Dukes heire though I say it my selfe I am as full of resolution as the prowdest of you all Luci. I thanke Prince Lodowick he ha's bound my youth To bee the conquerers prize and if my starres Allott me to be yours I will be prowd For how so ere you seeme not fashioned Like mee and cunning Courtiers I protest By some small loue I beare thee in mine eie Your worthy beautie wealth and dignity Ier. Heart you would not vnhorse Hercules for her father I le practice againe at Dantzike you say in the Dukes meade I le meete thee Mathias ther 's my gloue For a gauntlet though my father count me a foole you shall finde me none Exit Ferd. Would I might neuer find thee any thing For thou indeede art nothing in esteeme My sad soule sinkes with sorrow at thy sight Enter Lorrique Lor. Health to the right gratious generous vertuous and valorous Ferdinand Duke of Prussia Ferd. Hermet dost thou not know this young mans face I' st not Lorique that met vs at thy cell With letters from our brother Luningberg Rodo. It is that gentleman Lor. I am no lesse Ferd. thou saydst thou wast my nephewes play fellow Appointed to await his vertuous person How is it then thou wert so ill aduised To take the land away and forsake thy Lord Whom I haue neuer seene nor neuer may Though in his life my hope and comfort lay Lor. Be it knowne right gracious Lorrique had neuer so little grace as to leaue his loued lord for weather or water for torture or fire for death or for life since I first came to moue in a pilgrims proportion much disguised being so proper a man but onely for those sixe words that I was sent wholy to giue notice of his comming Ferd. But thou hast left him now sunke in the sea Lor. I left the ship sunke and his highnesse sau'de for when all hope had left Master and pilot sailer and swabber I caus'd my Lord to leape into the cocke and for feare she should be sunke with too much company I caper'd out and cut the cable rowse quoth the ship against the rocks roomer cry I in the cocke my Lord wept for the company I laught to comfort him last by the power of heauen goodnesse of starrs kindnesse of winds mercy of the waues our cocke and wee were cast a shore vnder Reeshopscurre we clamberd vp but hauing scap't drowning were in danger of killing Ferd. What there betided you Lor, Marry my Lord a young villaine sonne of a damn'd pirate a mayd rauisher Ferd. Be briefe what was he Lor. Clois Hoffman Fer. Oh my heart did the false rebell hurt his soueraignes sonne Lor. Noe my Lord the prince so hought and hoft him that he had no other helpe but to his heeles and then I my good Lord being roefooted outstript him in running tript him by strength and in fine finely cut 's throat Ferd. Where is the villaines body Lor. Marry euen heaued ouer the scarr and sent a swimming toward Burtholme his old habitation if it bee not intercepted by some Scale Sharke Sturgeon or such like Ferd. Where is our nephew Lor. He intends to stay at the same hermitage where I saluted your excellence with newes of my lords excellencies intent to visite you for that his apparrell is somewhat sea-sicke and he wants shift Ferd. A charriot and rich robes attend Lorrique And his reward be thirteene hundred dollers For he hath driuen dolour from our heart Princes and Princesse in your kindest loue Attend our person to the hermitage where we shall meete the heire of two great States Rich Luningberg and warlike Prussias Otho liuing wee 'l disinherit our fond sonne And blesse all Dantzike by our sonne elect Hermet you haue at home a guest of ours Your little cell is a great princes court Had you bin there to entertaine young Otho He would haue tooke your welcome thankfully Where now he mournes for want of company Rodo. I will goe on before my gracious Lord Ferd, Nay I am iealous of my approaching ioy And fearefull any eye but mine should gaine The pleasure of my glad diuining soule Forward come all in my delight take part He that 's now glad addes ioy to gladnes heart Exeunt Enter Clois Hoffman If there liue ere a surgeon that dare say He could doe better I le play Mercury And like fond Marsias flea the Quacksaluer There were a sort of filthy Mountebankes Expert in nothing but in idle words Made a daies worke with their incision kniues On my opprest poore father silly man Thrusting there dastard fingers in his flesh That durst not while he liued behold his face I haue fitted my anatomy In a faire chaine to father this youth scorn'd When he was set in an ascending throne To haue you stand by him would he could see How the case alters you shall hang by him And hang afore him to for all his pride Come image of bare death ioyne side to side With my long iniur'd fathers naked bones He was the prologue to a Tragedy That if my destinies deny me not Shall passe those of Thyestes Tereus Iocasta or Duke Iasons iealous wife So shut our stage vp there is one act done Ended in Othos death 't was somewhat single I le fill the other fuller if Lorrique That I haue late sworne to be murders slaue Sweares hee will protest me to be Othos Whom Prussia his vncle vnknowne loues If I be taken for him well Oh then Sweet vengeance make me happiest of all men Prussia I come as comets against change As apparitions before mortall ends If thou accept me for thy nephewe so Vncle I le vncle thee of thy proud life Father farewell I le to the hermitage Where if I be receaued for Luningberg I will haue thy drie bones sanguin'd all or'e With thy foes bloud Rhamnusia helpe thy priest My wrong thou know'st my willingnesse thou seest Exit Actus secundus Enter Ierom and Stilt Ier. Come Stilt bestirre your stumpes you know I must be a tilter Stilt. I my lord I know you should be one but I hope you are not so madd Ier. what dost thou count it madnesse to runne a tilt Stilt. I my Lord for you that cannot sit a hobby you 'le hardly manage your tilthorse Ier. Why
must giue him the remooue that 's flat Lor. I be gar hee be chose agen you hee giue you good worde so be dat but he will haue one fisgig or dia by gar for company on in principality be no possible Ier. Well I apprehend thee I haue a certaine Princely feeling in my selfe that he loues me not Stilt. Hold yee there my Lord I am but a poore fellow and haue but a simple liuing left me yet my brother were he a very naturall brother of mine owne should hee bee dopted I would dopt him and herrite him I 'le fit him Ier. I but how Stilt but how Lor. By gar my Lord I will tell you fine knacks for make him kicke vp his heeles and cry wee or be gar I be hange and so shall I be to and for de grand loue I beare you for de Lady Isabella's sake your most tres-excellent Lady moder Ier. Didst thou know her French doctor didst thou Silt. I as beggars doe the Ladies that are their Almesgiuers Lor. By gar you lye like Iacknape I loue de Lady With a boone coeur and for her sake here take dis same and dis same put dis in de cup where de competitor Prince otho shall drinke by gar it will poyson him brauely Stilt. That were excellent my Lord and it could be done and noe body know on 't Ier. I but he alwaies drinkes in my Fathers cup Lor. I so let be let de Duke drinke a de same Ier. What poyson my father noe I like not that so well Lor. You shall drinke too and I too and when wee bee sicke as we shall haue as shall haue a petit rumble in de belly dan take a dis same and giue your fadra dis but your cozin none of it and bygar noe body shall be dead and kicka and cry oh but Otho Stilt. That 's excellent master Ier. This is the poyson then and this is the medicine Lor. I dat be true Ier. Well Phisitian attend in my chamber heere till Stilt and I returne and if I pepper him not say I am not worthy to be cald a Duke but a drawlatch Stilt. Farewell awe and iebbit a vow and wee speede by thy practice wee 'l crush a cup of thine owne country wine Lor. Goe speede to spoyle your selues Doctor lie there Lorrique like thy selfe appeare So now I le post vnto the Hermitage and smile While silly fooles act treason act through my guile Exit Actus quartus Enter Ferdinand and Sarlois open a curtaine Kneele Saxony the Hermet and Mathias tapers burning Sarl. See Princely vncle blacke dormitory Where Austria and Prince Lodowick are layd On the cold bed of earth where they must sleepe Till earth and ayre and sea consume by fire Fer. Their rest be peace their rising glorious Sad mourners giue your partners leaue to kneele And make their offertorie on this tombe That does containe the honourablest earth That euer went vpright in Germany Sax. Welcome Duke Ferdinand come come keele kneele Thus should each friend anothers sorrow feele Sarl. Is Lucibella in this monument Red. Noe shee 's recouer'd from deaths violence But through her woundes and griefe distract of sence Sarl. Heauen helpe her here she comes Enter Lucibella mad Rod. Kneele still I pray Mat. Oh mee accurst I why liue I this blacke day Luc. Oh a sword I pray you kill me not For I am going to the riuers side To fetch white lillies and blew daffadils To sticke in Lodowicks bosome where it bled And in mine owne my true loue is not dead Noe y' are deceiud in him my father is Reason he should he made me run away And Lodowick too and you Mathias too Alacke for woe yet what a the remedy We must run all awaye yet all must dye 'T is soe I wrought it in a sampler 'T was heart in hand and true loues knots and words All true stitch by my troth the posie thus No flight deare loue but death shall seuer vs Nor that did not neyther he lies here does he not Rod. Yes louely madam pray be patient Luc. Iso I am but pray tell me true Could you be patient or you or you or you To loose a father and a husband too Yee could I cannot open doore here hoe Tell Lodowick Lucibell would speake with him I haue newes from heauen for him he must not dy I haue rob'd Prometheus of his moouing fire Open the dore I must come in and will I le beate my selfe to ayre but I le come in Sarl. Alas her tender hands smiting the stone Beweepe their mistris rage in teares of blood Ferd. Faire Lady be of comfort t' is in vaine To inuocate the dead to life againe Sax. I gentle Daughter be content I pray Their fate is come and ours is not far off Mat. Here is a hand ouer my fate hath power And I now sinke vnder the stroke of death But that a purer spirit fils my brest And guides me from the footsteps of dispaire Sarl. A heauenly motion full of charity Your selfe to kill you selfe were such a sinne As most diuines hold deadly Luc. I but a knaue may kill one by a tricke Or lay a plot or soe or cog or prate Make strife make a mans father hang him Or his brother how thinke you goodly Prince God giue you ioy of your adoption May nor trickes be vsd Sarl. Alas poore Lady Luc. I that 's true I am poore and yet haue things And gold ring and amidst the leaues greene Lord how d ee well I thanke god why that 's well And you my Lord and you too neuer a one weepe Must I shed all the teares well he is gone And he dwells here ye sayd ho I 'le dwell with him Death dastard Diuell robber of my life Thou base adulterer that partst man and wife Come I defie thy darts Fer. O sweet for beare For pitties sake a while her rage restraine Last she doe violence vpon herselfe Luc. O neuer feare me there is somewhat cries Within me noe tels me there 's knaues abroad Bids mee be quiet lay me downe and sleepe Good night good gentlefolkes brother your hand And yours good father you are my father now Doe but stand here I 'le run a little course At base or barley-breake or some such toye To catch the fellow and come backe againe Nay looke thee now let goe or by my troth I le tell my Lodowick how yee vse his loue Soe now god-buye now god-night indeede Lie further Lodowick take not all the roome Be not a churle thy Lucibell doth come Exit Sax. Follow her brother follow son Mathias Be carefull guardians of the troubled mayd While I conferre with Princely Ferdinand About an embassie to Aüstria With true reports of there disasterous haps Mat. Well I will be her guardian and her guide By me her sences haue bin weakned But I 'le contend with charitable paine To serue her till they be restord againe Exit Sarl. A vertuous
by the teares You shed when my poore father dragd to death Indur'd all violence at theyr hands By all the mercies powrd on him and me That like coole rayne somewhat allayd the heate Of our sad torment and red sufferings Here me but speake a little to repay With gratitude the fauours I receiu'd Mar. Art thou the lucklesse son of that sad man Lord of Burtholme some time admirall Hoff. I was his onely son whom you set free Therefore submissiuely I kneele and craue You would with patience heare your seruant speake Mar. Be briefe my swolne heart is at poynt to breake Hoff. I stood vpon the top of the high scarre Where I beheld the splitted ship let in Deuouring ruine in the shape of waues Some got on Rafts but were as soone cast off As they weare seated many strid the mast But the seas working was soe violent That nothing could preserue them from their fury They did and were intombed in the deepe Except some two the surges washt a shore Prince Charles being one who on Lorriques backe Hung with claspt hands that neuer could vnfold Mar. Why not aswell as he Lorrique doth liue Or how was he found claspt vpon his backe Except he had had life to fold his hands Hoff. Madam your Highnes errs in that conceite For men that dye by drowning in their death Hold surely what they claspe while they haue breath Lor. Well he held mee and sunke me too Hoff. I le witnes when I had recouerd him The Princes head being split against a Rocke Past all recouer Lorrique in desperate rage Sought sundry meanes to spoyle his new-gain'd life Exclayminge for his master cursing heauen For being vniust to you though not to him For robbing you of comfort in your son Oh gratious Lady sayd this grieued man Could I but worke a meanes to cald me her griefe Some reasonable course to keepe blacke care From her white bosome I were happy then But knowing this her heart will sinke with woe And I am rankt with miserablest men Lor. I gods my witnesse these were my laments Till Hoffman being as willing as my selfe Did for his loue to you that pittied him Take on him to be cald by your sons name Which now he must refuse except your Grace Attempt his seruice in Prince Otho's place Mar. If this that you protest be true your care Was like a long reprieue the date worne out The execution of my woe is come And I must suffer it with patience Where haue you layd the body of my son Hoff. Within the chappell of an hermitage Some halfe a myle hence Mar. I le build mee there a Cell Made like a tombe till death therein I le dwell Yet for thy wrongs yong man attend my words Since neyther Ferdinand nor Saxony Haue any heires to sway their seuerall states I le worke what lies in me to make thee Duke And since thou art accepted for my son Attempting it onely to doe me good I here adopt thee myne christen thee Otho Mine eyes are now the font the water teares That doe baptize thee in thy borrowed name Hoff. I thanke your Highnes and of iust heauen craue The ground I wrong you in may turne my graue Mar. Lights to our chamber now our feares are past What we long doubted is prou'd true at last Attend vs sonne Exeunt Martha and Lorrique Hoff. Wee 'l wait vpon your Grace Son this is somewhat this will beare the eyes Of the rude vulgar but this serues not me Dukedomes I will haue them my sword shall win If any interposer crosse my will But new made mother ther 's another fire Burnes in this liuer lust and hot desire which you must quench must I and shall I know Women will like how euer they say noe And since my heart is knit vnto her eyes If she being sanctimonious hate my suit In loue this course I le take if she denie Force her true soe si non blanditijs vi Exit Actus quintus Enter Saxony Rodorique Mathias seuerally Mat. Haue you not found her yet Sax. Not I Rod. Nor I Mat. Then I beleeeue borne by her fits of rage She ha's done violence to her bright fame And falne vpon the bosome of the Balt Sax. What reason leads yee to beleeue it son Mat. I did perceiue her some halfe houre since Clambring vpon the steepenes of the rocke But whether vp or downe I could not guesse By reason of the distance Enter Lucibella with rich clothes Rod. Stand aside she comes let her not scape vs now Sax. What has shee got apparrell I and rich Poore soule shee in her idle lunacy Hath tooke it from some house where t' will be mist Mat. Le ts circle her about least spying vs she run away with wonted nimblenesse Fayrest well met Luc. Well ouertaken sir Sax. What haue ye here Luc. And you too heartely Rod I am sure you know Luc. Why that 's well I like that that you are well and you and you god buye Sax. Nay nay you must not goe wee 'l hold you now Luc. Why that 's well done Pray come see my house I haue a fine house now and goodly knacks And gay apparrell looke ye here this is braue And two leane porters staru'd for lacke of meat Pray let goe mine armes looke here they bee Om. Oh horrid sight Luc. Nay neuer start I pray is it not like I keepe A princely house when I haue such fat porters at my gate Sax What should this meane why in this wood So thicke so solitary and remote From common road of men should these hang thus Brother your Hermitage is not far hence When knew you any execution here Rod. I neuer knew any and these bones are greene This lesse anatomy hath not hung long The bigger by the mosse and drynes seemes Of more coutinuance Mat What 's on there heads Luc. why golden Crownes my porters shall bee Kings And hide there barebones with these gay weeds Sax I doe remember the Admirall Hoffman that kept the Iland of Burtholme Was by the Duke of Prussia adiudg'd To haue his head fear'd with a burning crowne And after made a bare Anatomy Which by his son was from the gallowes stolne Luc I that same son of his but where liues he Sax. No doubt he doth possesse some caue hard by Luc. Come goe with me I le shew you where he dwels Or some body I know not who it is Here looke looke here here is a way goes downe Downe downe a downe hey downe downe I sung that song while Lodowicke slept with me Rod. This is some Caue let 's boldly enter in And learne the mistery of that sad sight Come Lady guide vs in yon know the way Luc. True that 's the way you cannot misse the path The way to death and black destruction Is the wide way no body is now at home Or tarry peraduenture here comes some will tell you more Enter Martha and Lorrique Mat. Stand close this is Lorrique I